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If my story were a book
I wonder, would you open it and read then
If my feelings are simply letters
I wonder, would you then understand them
I'm a person who can't convey my message
If I pack them up and send towards you
The thing that had been growing inside me for nineteen years
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The scenery passing by
one upon another, hurriedly trying to catch the eyes of the running train
neon lights floating on the blurry sight beyond the soundproof glass, like colorful ghost fire
and I wait, as the train's passages getting fewer and fewer
An unchanging scenery
This train will continues to run its course
Repeatedly in circle
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and I was in the sky, playing with those twinkling stars we used to watch ( Read more... ) -
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I had a dream today, of you and green tea. The hazy morning drafted inside lazy mist. I rarely saw you these days, didn't I ( Read more... ) -
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I feel disoriented, like walking in a dream. The morning fog never helps, urging me to dive back in the sand. I had been here before, with distorted sound marching under water. Whose dream is it I'm treading on? Lonely, gently and so fragile, like the first whisper of soft summer air ( Read more... ) -
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I dreamed, of scales glistening under the sun and salt water, basking under warming rays and rolling around on the beach. Deep under there, a blue that's so different from the one I always seen, is a world I might had seen before, way back, far too long ago to remember ( Read more... ) -
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Am I still there, in a corner of your eyes? My fractured mind can't comprehend your answer, the words it had forgotten how to speak. As I drown in the memories of my mind, deeper and deeper into the sea of my subconsciousness, I can faintly hear it, the words that spilled from your lips, what was their purpose, the feeling that tried to conveyed is ( Read more... ) -
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I was told, of a world rose above all other, an unshaped world, ever-changing and always progressing. I wondered, who was the one told me of that world ( Read more... ) -
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Streams of shining yellow and red, cascading down, flowing into rivers. As hundred, maybe millions of glittering stars, colored into fiery ruby and startling amber, flying into the night, on these worn out scales of the snake's body, the Lady of Night swirls, her dress sprays out, catching all the straying stars. Today as well, amber colored stars ( Read more... ) -
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The sand of time flies, filtering through cracks, as debris of the old world gathers, and chipped away into a newly born world. Where am I ? In this place, inside the vast majority of knowledge, fragmented wisdom built up from my sire's death, I wandering, searching for the you that had been imprinted deeply, beyond my memories. Ah, like a lost ( Read more... )